Vader got off the bed and tried to move his body. He didn't feel any pain from his back. It seemed like Sir Knight was right. As long as he ignored the wound, it would quickly heal.
"Don't you want to rest for a few more days?" Kukasim asked.
"He only gave me two days." Vader put on his shabby coat and put on his cold boots. "Moreover, the earlier I work for them, the earlier I can get my share of the oatmeal. I can't always eat yours. One bowl isn't even enough for two people. "
"I think it's pretty good. The oatmeal here is much thicker than the relief porridge in other places. Furthermore, I can taste a little meat." The old man shook his head. "Child, you used to be a patrol member, so you might not be familiar with life in the slums. The porridge there is just like clear soup, but there are a few grains of wheat in the soup. In order to make it look more substantial, grass roots or leaves are often added and cooked together. The oatmeal distributed by Sir Lord might not be enough to fill your stomach, but you won't go hungry either. "
"I want both of us to eat our fill." He finished tying his shoes and smiled.
"Alright." Kukasim sighed. "Then take care of your body and don't try to be brave."
Vader thought to himself. He was obviously just a scapegoat chosen by a black street rat, but now he seemed like his elder. What was even stranger was that he actually felt that this wasn't a bad feeling.
"I will." He shook his head in amusement and put on his hood. "You too."
Just as he pushed the door open, he saw two men standing outside. Their white uniforms embroidered with light blue shoulder stripes and armbands indicated their identities. They were clerks of the City Hall.
Vader couldn't help but frown slightly. "Who are you looking for?"
One of them took out a piece of paper and glanced at it. "You're Vader?"
"Yes."
"What happened?" Kukasim also noticed the situation outside the house.
"Congratulations." The other man smiled. "You've passed the public security officer's paper test. Next, you'll be undergoing a week of comprehensive training." He handed a small card to Vader. "This is your temporary identification card. Bring it to the Second Army's camp. Someone will receive you there.
The latter's eyes widened. "I passed His Lordship's assessment!"
"Not yet," the clerk replied. "The paper test is only the first round of screening. You still have to complete the training and get the approval of the Chief Knight before you pass the assessment and become an official member of the public security team."
After the two of them finished talking, they left directly. They didn't ask for money, nor did they try to win him over. It seemed that they had come specifically to inform him.
"You've succeeded." The old man patted Vader's shoulder excitedly. "What did you say back then? You would never be chosen."
Vader stared blankly for a long time before muttering, "Because those questions were too strange."
The old man was taken aback. "What problem?"
He couldn't help but recall what had happened a week ago. Ever since he learned that His Royal Highness was recruiting members of the public security force, which was the patrol guards under a different name, he had followed the requirements of the announcement and applied to the City Hall. The other party's response was quite fast. In just five days, he received the test notice.
Vader was full of confidence. Not only did he completely meet the requirements of the announcement, he also had more than five years of practical experience. Furthermore, this small town was indeed lacking in personnel to supervise the people. Therefore, the possibility of him being chosen was extremely high. If he could become a patrol guard, he could help Kukasim at any time even if he lived in the inner city.
However, he didn't expect that the test would exceed everyone's expectations right from the start.
More than a hundred candidates were seated in a large hall. The Chief Knight handed out a stack of paper to each of them, requesting them to answer all of the questions listed on it. The questions were written neatly on the paper, and he also said that the final examiner would be His Royal Highness. This kind of test method immediately caused a huge uproar among the crowd. Although the announcement clearly stated that the candidates had to be literate, no one expected that the other party would actually do it for real.
At that time, more than half of the people were dumbfounded. Although Vader could understand the questions on the paper, after carefully scanning through them, he was also stunned on the spot. They were all strange questions. For example: "You are a coachman driving a four-wheeled carriage on a narrow mountain road. There are two commoners sitting in the carriage. At this time, a group of refugees suddenly appears in front of you. You can't avoid them in time and can only choose to collide with them, or let the carriage fall off the cliff. The former will cause the deaths of many refugees, while the latter will cause the deaths of two commoners. No matter what the situation is, you will be able to survive by relying on your agility. Then your choice will be: Please use at least three hundred words to explain the reason. " "
This question was simply confusing. Although it was mentioned that one side was a commoner and the other side was a refugee, the specific number was all vague. Even if they wanted to make a comparison, they didn't know where to start. Moreover, he always felt that while it didn't seem like a big deal to kill a group of refugees, it might not necessarily be the answer that His Royal Highness wanted.
In that case, was choosing to let the commoners die the correct answer?
Furthermore, the entire piece of paper was filled with similar strange questions. At that time, he even felt that His Royal Highness was deliberately making things difficult for them, when in fact, the real public security personnel had already been determined.
"It's nothing. Perhaps I was thinking too much." Vader took a deep breath. "In that case, I'll go to the camp now."
"Yes." Kukasim laughed loudly. "I feel that you will definitely become an official public security personnel."
The camp of the Second Army was located to the north of the town, outside the stone walls of the inner city. When Vader arrived, he found that the Chief Knight was already waiting for him in the camp.
"From today onwards, you will all be probationary policemen." After everyone had arrived, Carter opened his mouth and said, "For the next week, you must live in this camp and receive special training. Those who are qualified will stay, and those who are unqualified will scram back to where they came from. I will let you understand what is called discipline, and what is called serving His Royal Highness. "
This was how the examination should be in Vader's memory. However, out of the hundred or so applicants, only fifteen remained. He glanced left and right. Judging from their attire and complexion, the rest of them should be local residents, apart from himself.
Sure enough, the requirement of literacy was not a joke.
"Report!" Someone raised his hand.
Carter grinned. "Oh, you seem to be quite familiar with the military. Speak."
"Hehe, my brother is in the First Army." That person touched the back of his head and said, "May I ask, sir, what is a police? Aren't we public security personnel?"
"The police is part of the public security system. You can think of it as the public security personnel in His Royal Highness' territory. They are required to arrest criminals, crack down on illegal acts, maintain order in the territory, execute the policies issued by His Royal Highness and City hall, and help the subjects who encounter difficulties."
"Help the subjects? But you just said that we are serving His Royal Highness."
"There is no difference between the two. Serving His Royal Highness's subjects is also serving His Royal Highness. Why, do you still want to enter the castle to serve him? "Carter shrugged." First become an outstanding Knight. "
However, Knight were all nobles. Vader thought that their status was worlds apart from commoners like them. It was not something that could be done just because one wanted to.
"Remember, you are the executors of the law, and also the protectors of the people. Now, go to the tent and change into your uniforms. "Chief Knight clapped his hands." Next, I happen to have a task for you to complete. "
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